In three minutes, will you still be reading what I've sent?
I'm eager to hear your cries; I want to feel you draw the same from me. I can be quiet when it's necessary, but when I lose myself to my lover and the relief they give me, it's better not to worry if I'm heard.
Here, a truth for you, Vevay: nothing could draw me to my bliss faster than hearing you howl. You see why I like being generous? I can hear over and over what pleases me before it drags me with it.
Do you really want to be pinned beneath me? How, коханий? On your back, or on your knees? I'd like to look you in the eyes when I feel how you take me -
But this second way. On your knees, with hands behind your back and face against a pillow - gently, коханий! Comfortably - mostly, eh? Never more uncomfortable than fun.
But pinned this way - this isn't just for fucking; it's to keep you still while I taste perfect velvet.
Vevay, what makes you think it's my fingertips that want to know every inch of your body first?
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Your fingertips, though. I hope they're speaking for my tongue.
Do you howl when licked this way?
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Five minutes.
You must be busy. I hope so. Are you reading? Am I with you still, and do you long for me?
Slowly, Vevay. Go slowly. Touch where you imagine my tongue, and draw yourself to writhing.
Taste first, then fingertips, and think of what I could whisper to you. What I will, when I'm above you, pinning you, exploring your most intimate places.
How beautiful you are. How it feels to know you.
How I feel for you - with all of myself, body and soul; how my whole being belongs to you.
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I'm eager to hear your cries; I want to feel you draw the same from me. I can be quiet when it's necessary, but when I lose myself to my lover and the relief they give me, it's better not to worry if I'm heard.
Here, a truth for you, Vevay: nothing could draw me to my bliss faster than hearing you howl. You see why I like being generous? I can hear over and over what pleases me before it drags me with it.
Do you really want to be pinned beneath me? How, коханий? On your back, or on your knees? I'd like to look you in the eyes when I feel how you take me -
But this second way. On your knees, with hands behind your back and face against a pillow - gently, коханий! Comfortably - mostly, eh? Never more uncomfortable than fun.
But pinned this way - this isn't just for fucking; it's to keep you still while I taste perfect velvet.
Vevay, what makes you think it's my fingertips that want to know every inch of your body first?
[...]
Your fingertips, though. I hope they're speaking for my tongue.
Do you howl when licked this way?
[...]
Five minutes.
You must be busy. I hope so. Are you reading? Am I with you still, and do you long for me?
Slowly, Vevay. Go slowly. Touch where you imagine my tongue, and draw yourself to writhing.
Taste first, then fingertips, and think of what I could whisper to you. What I will, when I'm above you, pinning you, exploring your most intimate places.
How beautiful you are. How it feels to know you.
How I feel for you - with all of myself, body and soul; how my whole being belongs to you.
I want your howls to answer the words I'll give.